Intro (Time Bomb)

[Intro: ???, DJ On & On and Chilla Jones]
Not everyone is born in a room with a window and a door (Window and a door)
He, born into a box (Box) with the ceiling and the floor (Floor)
Clo-closing (Clo-close) In-In a matter of time
He took the ticking of the clock (Clock) as the beat of his rhyme (Jones)
Beat-beat for his rhyme
Growing in his talent and his drive (Drive)
Motioning for an explosion (I'm Back) in the corners of his mind
Born into this box (Box, I hear alot of talking in these streets)
Break the ceiling and the floor
Not everyone is born in a room with a window and a door (door)

Yes indeed world, pay close attention to what the fuck is goin' on
This is super rockin' DJ On & On and right now
You dealin' with a time bomb!
I suggest you handle this CD with extreme caution
Cause my man Chilla Jones about to explode on ya'll niggas
(You already know what it is)
Recognize what a time bomb do, doggy (TS)
First you carefully calibrate the shit (Chillz, Greed)
Then you strategically position it in a place to do some serious damage
And just at the right moment
(3, 2) Boom!

[Verse: Chilla Jones]
Make no mistake, you hearing the best
I'm a true nightmare right here in the flesh
I got a buzz like Lightyear, hear it correct
I'm a make it quite clear, right hand on my chest (Yes)
This is my oath
So called rappers
Who'd a make themselves look good, they low ball rappers
I'm a show ya'll rappers, out flow ya'll rappers
You got the game open, I'm a close off rappers (Chea)
You in the streets? Ok, man
The gat don't fit in the glove it's like OJ's hand (OJ's Hand)
Life's like a poker game yet I know they plan
I see they face, they ain't gotta show they hand (Na)
I do what they know they can't, that's rock bells
I'm the best kept secret, Roswell
And everybody throw punches but not well
Ya'll niggas get beatboxin', Rahzel
Time to go in on em', I been on em' (huh)
I'm on his ass like a Siamese twin on em'
I'm a blaze em', he rockin' a vest
He won't die (Na) but i'm clockin' his chest, Flavor Flav em'
It ain't safe to save em', Infrared laze em'
Hollow points swallow joints even if it graze em'
Jones go hard (Hard), every bar amaze em' (Yeah)
You know how I fathered his flow, I should raise em'
Take no drama on this campaign, what's my damn name? (What's my name?)
Young boy J-Obama
With this kind of heat (Whoo), you should sit in a sauna (Yeah)
It's about time to detonate, niggas is goners
Jones was the preview (Jones)
Freestyle champ was the warning to wake niggas up
Good morning (Huh)
Truely, I used to be an artist
But now they paint pictures so, I make movies (Check)
The Jerry Bruckheimer of tough rhymers ya heard?
I'm Hitchcock with talk (Talk), Spielberg with words (Words)
Oliver Stone Jones, Ron Howard with arm power (Yeah)
I'm ahead of my time, I'm beyond cowards (Uh,So)
You seen what happened that last hour? (Well?)
This time I'm feeling like Jack Bower (Jack Bower)
No wonder why cat's sour (Sour)
They moments moving but they ain't past ours (Na)
Metal mag could get you if it's an issue
I couldn't be more official with a whistle and a yellow flag (Get em')
Fag, who could get rid of a key quicker? (Who?)
I pitch it and get it back (Like) flea flicker (Uh)
Nigga, you ain't never seen sicker
Thirty-eight on the waist, I'm fly as a jean zipper (fly as a zipper)
I'm constantly being over looked
And if you let beef sit long enough it over cook (Let's go in)
Lyrically, you ain't in the same class as me
I'm twelve grade, you preschool how you actually
Think you could rap with me? (How?)
Please honestly (What?)
EHarmony couldn't find a match for me (Whoo!)
Sell me a bar, retail rappers
How you hi-jacking hooks off of female rappers?
Just cause you got a nigga co-signed, don't mean your flow shine
I got you Dex (Dex), it's go time
Feeling like Magic in the game and it's showtime (Showtime)
You copped this, you just landed on a gold mine
You so swine, make up your mind, you thug or not?
Niggas wanna go for the jugular on The Juggernaut
Juggle blocks (Yup)
Balance beams like gymnastics (Huh, yeah)
I pencil hits and I pen classics
I can rash any beat you could rhyme on
It's chin-Chilla Jones, I'm a mothafuckin' time bomb